This Could Have Been Our Song! A coulda woulda shoulda ballad…
Series- Coulda Woulda Shoulda Song #1
By- Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Genre-Family saga/ chick lit/ interracial romance/ romantic comedy
Love can be such a “coulda, woulda, shoulda” song sometimes…
Lucia Mpobo-Riddell could have been a dancer like the rest of women of her family but instead she chose music. Marcus Grant could have been a doctor like the rest of his family but instead he chose music. She also could have not fallen for Marcus on her birthday but she did. And Marcus, he could have told Lucia the truth about his real reason for being in Toronto that night, but he didn’t. Now they have to deal with big reveals and consequences: Marcus almost stealing her job and being force to work on an album together. Marcus, because he couldn’t swallow his pride, leaves Toronto and goes home to London. Lucia, because she just couldn’t give up on her first amazing opportunity to produce a whole album. And to complicate the situation further, the band they’re working for is not the easiest one. Mary Gillis, Marcus’ on and off flame, still has a hold on him. Greg McMullen, Lucia’s close friend and former dance partner is back in town and has been in love with her for years. Then there’s Marcus and Lucia, in the middle of their own a professional and personal tug-of- war with each over and the rest of the world. But maybe things could still work out… All things considered, this could have been one heck of a love song!
I’m almost halfway down my Frappuccino when I see Greg coming out of the theatre. He’s late and he isn’t wearing his workout outfit but a loose pair of jeans and a dark, thin hoodie. By the time he reaches me across the street, he’s made at least ten heads turned, men and women alike.
“Hi, handsome specimen.” I hand him his drink.
“Hi, yourself,” Greg answers and sit down next time. “Sorry I took a shower after rehearsal.” He eagerly starts to drink his Frappuccino. “Delicious…just like you, beolkku.” He’s kissing my neck.
“You shouldn’t have. I’m just walking you home.” I get off the bench and stretch. Today is a perfect day for a walk downtown. “I almost forgot what happens each time I’m outside with you.”
“What does happen?” Greg asks, putting his arm around my hips and lightly pushing me.
“Umm…let’s see,” I say, staring back, and another woman is smiling at him. “The entire city, straight and gay combined, are ogling you.”
“Oh…that,” he laughs. “I could say the same about you, Lulu.”
“So how are rehearsals going?” I ask. I’m taking his hand while walking west on King Street. His condo is just off Tecumseth Street.
“Well, it does help that we’re in our fourth month. But our stage here is smaller so I had to make a few adjustments,” he says, finishing his drink. Greg was already famous worldwide for his choreographies and own performances. But with a show of this magnitude, he raised his own stake.
“I’m so proud of you, Greg,” I tell him.
“I’m proud of you too. Getting out there on your own wasn’t an easy decision but you made it and I’m sure only good thing will come out of it,” he says before we cross the street. The happy hour crowd is not out just yet but the King West restaurants are getting ready.
“It’s not a hundred dancers and three-hour shows but we’re getting there…or not,” I joke.
“You got my sister’s vote. She and Michael really hit it off last week. I think they’re going on their fifth date tonight.” he says. He turns and looks at me. “Should this bother me?”
“You liked him, remember; you sent me there,” I tease. I have no idea what brothers should feel. I only have my sisters and we tend to encourage the naked policy.
“Yes, but not her!”
“He’s a good guy, Greg. I’m sure he likes her at least as much as she so obviously likes him,” I giggle. Kathie in love is always adorable. I wish her the best. “Axelle’s pregnant; she told us yesterday. So next summer I’m going to be an aunt for the third time,” I tell him with a big smile. We’re turning south on Tecumseth Street and the walk is almost over. I’ll take the streetcar back to the subway station.
“Congratulation! That’s great news! Which reminds me…” He takes an envelope out of his hoodie pocket. “I have your tickets for the premiere.”
“We could have paid for them, you know,” I tell him and check the tickets; six to be exact. Annie will be able to come with us as well. “Those are great seats. Thank you, Greg.” I kiss him on the cheek.
“You will pay; I expect you there at least once a week,” he says, touching his cheek.
“Your show is here until late January!” I’m completely shocked. I’ll be there, front row.
“You’ll be there…” he says. We’re getting to his building.
“Singing and dancing my ass off!” I say in his lobby. I haven’t been here this year yet. Have I been so out of it this year? “It was a great walk. I’ve missed doing that with you,” I tell him and I sincerely do.
“I just plain missed you, my yeppeun17 Lulu.” He’s caressing my cheek and making me blush.
Making me blush? “Please! You’re the handsome, perfect specimen,” I tell him. [17. Beautiful]
“That sounds like I’m irresistible,” he says softly and it’s making me feel warm inside.
Making me feel warm inside? “Duh…since the academy, no woman has ever been able to resist you,” I say.
“There has been at least one woman immune all this time,” he murmurs before kissing me. I know this type of kiss; I gave one for the first time on Noor’s wedding day. But this is the first time that anyone’s given one to me.
“Greg…” I manage to mumble when he finally releases my lips. I didn’t ask you to stop!
“Not that immune after all, Lulu,” he says against my mouth.
No one could be immune after a kiss like that given by a man who looks like Greg. When he starts kissing me again, I kiss him back. I’m not leading him on; I really want to explore this. I’m not leading him on…
This Would Have Been Our Song! Catchy tunes and dancers’ tales
Series- Coulda Woulda Shoulda Song #2
By- Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Genre- Family saga/ chick lit/ interracial romance/ romantic comedy
Marcus, Greg and Lucia are back in the second part of their journey to their perfect love song... will they finally find it?
This would have been their perfect love song…
It has been two years since Lucia Mpobo-Riddell has made her choice between the two men in her life. She and her beloved would have been perfectly happy if it wasn’t for… the constant distractions from her past, her sister Noor’s complicated life, her own doubts and fears. Maybe there wasn’t such a thing as perfection and this was a lesson that Lucia was going to learn the hard way. Greg McMullen and Marcus Grant’s lives had been affected by Lucia’s choice that day in Glasgow two years ago. Since then one had been fighting to keep her when the other had been relentlessly trying to get her back. It soon became apparent to them that she wasn’t the Lucia they met and fell in love with anymore. Her life and priorities had completely shifted. To even consider keeping her or just getting her back, they would have to accept it or they would have to let her go. But would they ever be able to do either?
“Look it’s your mama!” Marcus says to Cassie. She’s comfortably settled in his arms, her tiny chubby arms around his neck. “It’s… wow Lucia you look great!”
I love you Fabrice, styling me from head to toe, before I leave for work every morning… against my will and all! “Hiya, I’ll take this off your hands,” I tell him with a big smug smile.
“No!” Cassie says and holds him tighter.
Don’t embarrass Mama, she’s having an awesome moment here. “Or maybe not… so taking a break from your modelling career?” His hair is longer than mine! That’s so sexy and when did his arms get so big and defined? Hello Marcus 2.0 or Mercutio…. I think Cassie is having a crush. She keeps leaning her head on his chest and smiles.
“I like to mix it up,” he laughs back and Cassie giggles with him.
Right… “Hi Mary, fancy meeting you guys here. I didn’t know you were using this studio too,” I tell her.
She glances at her outfit, simple dark skinny jeans, a loose top and flat boots. What? No stylist hidden in your closet? She glances at my short blue vintage floral tea dress, my bare naturally tanned legs and my strappy high heels. He did my hair and makeup too. “Hi Lucia,” she simply says.
That’s right, Fabrice you deserve a raise! “I’m here with Tallie Wilson for the next few weeks but I’m hoping to do part of the album in the Abbey Road Studios,” I say to both of them.
“We use this location when we’re not in my flat,” she says with a hint of something else. Is Marcus blushing? “Anyway, you do look great!” Her work is done, she planted her seed. Well played Mary!
“Thanks,” I say trying to take Cassie from Marcus again but she’s still resisting. “I’m representing my label. I need to look the part.” I’m just repeating B, Alex and Fabrice sales’ speech. Mary and Marcus hum in agreement. I’ll never doubt those three again.
“Mary, lunch sounds fantastic right now,” Marcus tells her and release her hand. They were holding hands? How did I miss that? “But as you can see, I am now otherwise engaged,” he says looking at Cassie. She gives him a very wet kiss. “Just like a Riddell to kiss first!”
I’m so embarrassed. “Shame on you Mercutio! Still seducing babies I see.” Our eyes lock.
“Who’s Mercutio?” Mary asks losing her patience. That girl needs some food in her. She’s so damn skinny!
“Only the best Italian male model in London,” I let out in a laugh.
“Whatever! I don’t have time for this. I’m supposed to meet the director for the music video,” she tells Marcus. She just stares at him like some kind of ultimatum.
“Yes go get something to eat. You’re so fucking skinny!” I whisper but not as low as I wished.
“What!” Mary asks.
“Nothing.” Marcus is trying to suppress a laugh, Cassie is looking at him like is the best thing she’s ever seen. “I was just wondering why you don’t have your own label by now. Most artists at your level do.”
“Why do you mean?” she crosses her skinny arms.
Marcus’ look says the same thing. “Well you would have full creative take on your work, even discover and groom new artists. Influencing the way music evolves. Mary you have so much talent and experience, I’m just surprised you haven’t gone that route…yet,” I tell her, a big manipulative smile on my face.
Marcus is rolling his sexy eyes at us. “What you don’t think I can do it? Thanks Marcus! Lucia you and I need to do lunch,” she says walking away.
“Marcus, I’ll see you tonight? My place?” she says.
“I’ll be there,” he mumbles back. Fuck! Time to leave, but he has my kid. “Luce, look at me. I’m not sleeping with Mary,” he says getting closer to me.
“It’s none of my business. I just want my daughter back Marcus,” I say back. I try to take Cassie but she starts to whine so I let her go.
“Don’t do this, I’m not shagging Mary,” he says again. He tries to give me Cassie but she starts to cry. “Okay Cassie, I keep you.”
That is just really pathetic, “Alright, you’re not sleeping with her… whatever!” I shrug.
“You know, with her being so damn skinny and all!” he jokes.
“Bobo?” Cassie asks him.
“Bobo?” he asks me.
“Food, she’s hungry. We were on her way to the kitchen when she escaped.”
“Bobo it is, lead the way,” he tells me. I hesitate for a minute. I could just grab her and go. She’ll cry for a bit then settle down. “Lucia?”
Meet Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba The Author, The Blogger, The Cheeky Reviewer
“My life journey is like my playlist, amazingly unique but full of contradictions with surprising joys with every song...”
In the past two years, while living in Canada, England and France I wrote four novels: This Could Have Been Our Song! A coulda woulda shoulda ballad... (Book one) currently available on amazon, iTunes, Kobo, Barnes and Nobles and Smashwords. The sequel This Would Have Been Our Song! Catchy tune and dancers’ tales has been in January 2014. Bird Of Prey, my first mystery romance novel has been released in October 7th, 2013 and its first sequel The Plot Thickens (a novella) in December. The second one Polliannah Got Married! will be released in June 2014 and the final in July 2014. I’m currently residing in Paris, France.